In the kitchen, she found the fridge and pantry fully stocked. Again, she silently thanked her uncle for being so good to her. She toasted a bagel, la...ishing it with fresh packed cream cheese and poured a glass of delicious, pulpy orange juice. She sat down at the table, after finding paper and pencil, and began a list of the clothing she thought she needed. Before she finished the list, she heard the chimes of the doorbell. Renee was ready to go shopping. Betsy grabbed her purse and list and. I'm on the Pill," you whisper."I don't mean just that. What if you're infected withsomething, Sue? I know I'm not, but what if your love juicesget inside my urethra while we're copulating?" I always carry a few boxes of condoms with me, just incase." Just in case?" I am worried for a minute that you are thewrong type of woman. "How many men have you slept with?" Only two or three. Last time was about five years ago. Andno, I'm not infected with anything either. Every man I tookwas a. Before she grew too frustrated, he would shove his cock in to the hilt and make her cry out, then pull out and tease her more. Asha likes aggressive men, and she likes it when men take charge. This went on for a good ten minutes, the mounting frustration boosting her sexual energy until she cried out, “For God’s sake, please fuck me.”“Oh no,” Arnav said, “I’m going to tease you some more.” With that he shoved his cock in her cunt again. All this while I helped push Asha against Arnav to inten. "Ok Petra; let me deal with you then." Marie tried her best to soundcalm and in control."Don't you understand Petra? You invented the Quizmaster, you'redelusional, you're psychotic," Marie tried to explain."I've spoken to a psychiatrist who says that you are in a dissociativestate. Because of your schizophrenia you are suffering from limitationsof free will. Any control you think you have over your actions is ameaningless illusion. Your fate is dictated by your dissociativeidentity.